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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117375" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>John Woolman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meek, humble, sinless as a very child,<br>Such wert thou,—and, though unbeheld, I seem<br>Oft-times to gaze upon thy features mild,<br>Thy grave, yet gentle lip, and the soft beam<br>Of that kind eye, that knew not how to shed<br>A glance of aught save love, on any human head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Servant of Jesus! Christian! not alone<br>In name and creed, with practice differing wide,<br>Thou didst not in thy conduct fear to own<br>His self-denying precepts for thy guide.<br>Stern only to thyself, all others felt<br>Thy strong rebuke was love, not meant to crush, but melt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou, who didst pour o'er all the human kind<br>The gushing fervour of thy sympathy!<br>E'en the unreasoning brute, fail'd not to find<br>A pleader for his happiness in thee.<br>Thy heart was moved for every breathing thing,<br>By careless man exposed to needless suffering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But most the wrongs and sufferings of the slave,<br>Stirr'd the deep fountain of thy pitying heart;<br>And still thy hand was stretch'd to aid and save,<br>Until it seem'd that thou hadst taken a part<br>In their existence, and couldst hold no more<br>A separate life from them, as thou hadst done before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How the sweet pathos of thy eloquence,<br>Beautiful in its simplicity, went forth<br>Entreating for them! that this vile offence,<br>So unbeseeming of our country's worth,<br>Might be removed before the threatening cloud,<br>Thou saw'st o'erhanging it, should burst in storm and blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So may thy name be reverenced,—thou wert one<br>Of those whose virtues link us to our kind,<br>By our best sympathies; thy day is done,<br>But its twilight lingers still behind,<br>In thy pure memory; and we bless thee yet,<br>For the example fair thou hast before us set.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a> from <i>Poetical Works</i><div class=q>
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